TFS Q&A Session [Public] (Patreon)

While our TFS Q&A sessions, both spicy 🔥 and general 🌲, wrapped up in September, I wanted to share this question I received. It has some subtle spooky vibes to it, but it's mainly just Mal being Mal, lol. It's sweet in their own unique way. Our first festive writing publishes in 24 hours!

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Question: "Would Mal say yes if the MC proposed to them 👀?"

Answer:

The Waiter

Before you can even take out the ring box, get down on one knee, or shift closer to Mal for a romantic handhold, he's smiling a little more widely at you. There is more tenderness beneath that ineffable knowing quality that you've grown to accept. It's enough to make you pause, blinking for a second when he takes out his own ring box—no, wait, that's yours. Your hand flies to your pocket, patting its newfound emptiness while you balk at your mysteriously hot beloved.

"I know we'll be together forever," Mal confidently concludes. "But you're welcome to put a ring on it if I can leave my own claim on you."

You're still a little stunned by this turn of events; however, Mal's hand finds yours to create an unyielding yet certain hold. He won't let go.

He won't let you go.

"Well? Don't leave me in suspense, or do since you know I'll wait for you."

He teases you while further knitting your fingers together, voice hushed to a honeyed murmur since he's apparently also scooted closer along the park bench so your thighs are aligned. It takes you a second to find the words—to put aside your own question to give him the answer he needs. You know there can only be one. "Yes," you agree, smiling when his expression softens into one that's reserved exclusively for you.

"Not 'a thousand times yes?'" he wonders.

"I was supposed to be asking you this, so I don't—"

Mal quiets your retort with an intense kiss, pulling you even closer so there's nothing between you.

The Waitress

Before you can even take out the ring box, get down on one knee, or shift closer to Mal for a romantic handhold, she's smiling a little more widely at you. There is more tenderness beneath that ineffable knowing quality that you've grown to accept. It's enough to make you pause, blinking for a second when she takes out her own ring box—no, wait, that's yours. Your hand flies to your pocket, patting its newfound emptiness while you balk at your mysteriously hot beloved.

"I know we'll be together forever," Mal confidently concludes. "But you're welcome to put a ring on it if I can leave my own claim on you."

You're still a little stunned by this turn of events; however, Mal's hand finds yours to create an unyielding yet certain hold. She won't let go.

She won't let you go.

"Well? Don't leave me in suspense, or do since you know I'll wait for you."

She teases you while further knitting your fingers together, voice hushed to a honeyed murmur since she's apparently also scooted closer along the park bench so your thighs are aligned. It takes you a second to find the words—to put aside your own question to give her the answer she needs. You know there can only be one. "Yes," you agree, smiling when her expression softens into one that's reserved exclusively for you.

"Not 'a thousand times yes?'" she wonders.

"I was supposed to be asking you this, so I don't—"

Mal quiets your retort with an intense kiss, pulling you even closer so there's nothing between you.